“They’re lovely guys,” she said. “The bee’s knees.” Then she dropped a bombshell that left me open-mouthed. “Although they’re totally committed to each other, they swing both ways,” she’d giggled. “One night, I went downstairs to fetch something I’d left in the kitchen, and you can imagine my surprise when I saw there was a woman with them and they were kissing her… both of them.”

My hand had flown to my breast. “They’re bi-sexual?!”

“Apparently. I’m glad they didn’t see me as I wouldn’t have known what to say.”

I’d licked my dry lips, and she must have caught my startled look. “Don’t worry. It doesn’t happen that often, as far as I’m aware. After all, I’ve been with them three years and only saw the once. They’re really discreet about it.”

I’d laughed and cracked a joke about disturbing their orgies, except now the thought of it is making me feel a hot and tingly sensation between my thighs.

***

Abi invites me to her room for a glass of red wine and some popcorn, and we settle ourselves down on the giant floor cushions in front of the low table. “What was the woman like that you saw down in the kitchen with Gabe and Luke?” I ask the question that’s been festering at the back of my mind.

“Blonde. Curvy.” There’s a sparkle in Abi’s eyes. “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.” I chew my lip. “I’ve never been with one man, so I can’t imagine what it would be like to have two.”

Abi’s mouth forms an ‘o’. “You mean you’ve never had sex?!?”

“No. I haven’t met the right person,” I pause and think about what to say next. “Boys my own age find me nerdy and I’ve never fancied any of them, to be honest.”

“I can’t believe you’re actually a virgin.” It’s as if she’s suggested I have an STI.

“I’m not exactly saving myself for Mr Right,” I groan. “It’s just the way things have worked out.”

***

The wall-to-wall beige carpet is soft beneath my bare feet as I pad towards the queen-sized bed. I pull back the duvet, it’s too warm for that; thankfully, there’ a sheet underneath. The wine I drank has made me sleepy, and I start to drift off almost as soon as my head hits the pillow.

Something disturbs me not long afterwards; I’m not completely submerged in sleep yet, and I’m suddenly wide-awake. What the hell is it? A strange sound, like someone’s in pain. No. Not pain. Oh. My. God! I’ve watched enough movies to know what that grunting noise is. There’s a rhythm to the sounds coming through the wall behind my head. Gabe and Luke are having sex.

They can’t realise how thin the partition is between their bedroom and the guest room. Maybe they’ve never had anyone stay here before? Or could be they didn’t do it when there was someone? Eek, what should I do?

I bury my head under the pillow, but I can still hear them. Should I go and wait it out in the bathroom? It won’t take long, surely, for them to finish? But I don’t get out of my bed… I’m too caught up in what’s happening next door. Just the thought of what they’re doing is sending tingles through my tits down to my pussy. My legs fall open and I slip my fingers inside my pyjama bottoms. I’m soaking wet.

I’m a virgin as far as having sex with a man goes, but I’m not a prude and I’ve learnt to satisfy my urges without shame. I close my eyes and imagine Gabe pinning Luke to the bed, or is it the other way around? Jesus, I’d give anything to see. Oops, where did that come from?

My clit buzzes as I stroke it, and my pussy clenches around the finger I slip inside. There’s a groan from the next room, deep and guttural. Is it Gabe? My nipples pucker.

Loud as anything, I hear Luke’s voice. “Are you enjoying that, loverboy? Is it making you hot there’s a sweet, sexy little girl in the next room?”

S C Daiko is a romance junkie who loves writing about strong heroines and hot alpha males. Her stories are sexy and emotional reads. Originally from the UK, she now lives in Italy with her husband and two cats. Nothing makes her happier than connecting with readers and fellow authors.